I have never been serious about fitness. Mostly because my parents never encouraged or incorporated it into their lifestyles. I ran cross country my junior year of college, and it was the most fit I had ever been, though my diet still sucked. My husband has been telling me for years that I need to get into the gym. When he finally got me into the gym, my first two weeks were filled with such awesome improvement that it amazed me, and I wanted more. I accepted that my lifestyle was unacceptable. With my family history, I have a life expectancy of a little over 35 more years. My grandmother died of a heart attack at 58, after struggling for 15 years with heart problems and diabetes. The realization that I need to eat better and be fit came when my mom called me to tell me that at 40, she had been having chest pains and her EKG wasn't so good. I have become obsessed with finding the right diet, figuring out what foods are good for me and bad for me, and getting the healthiest, fittest body I can possibly have, so that I can do awesome things for God. I refuse to be another member of my family that dies young because I was too lazy to take care of my body.